Benjamin, after enjoying a life-time of the sawdust festival, finally gets a job at the mill! Happier than a child on Christmas morning, he comes to find out the mill is not what he expects. Very soon, after personal tragedy arises, and misgivings gradually become more apparent, apprehensions that run very deep concerning his new employment; now, he is set on a strange journey. And he begins to question whether grinding up trees for pleasure is really all everyone is claiming? Here, the stage is set for a satire worth the attention of the great modern classics. Talking snails, robots, and a narrative voice that is brutally honest will leave you unable to set this book aside.